The World's Game

The World's Game

Come now to a place of pride, but not fear Where cities and nations war, without gun, without spear, But with meters, with nets, and a little white ball In cathedrals of green, on which bombs need not fall

Though it be far from perfect, still filled with man’s banes It brings earth together, a shared blood through its veins So come learn its splendor, why its disciples proclaim, This the battlefield of mankind; this, the world’s game

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